I scramble up the hill. Small black stones and rocks are loose beneath my feet but I’ve always been nimble and give little care as to whether I trip over or not. I’m almost at the top. With each step forward my excitement grows.
I’ve made it.
I stand mesmerised from the top at the view below. Icebergs are lying in a pool of sunlight. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I’m speechless yet I could scream to the high Gods. I want to jump and dance and kiss the ground but I manage to contain myself for the sake of other people. My smile, however, cannot be tamed. I’m grinning like a lunatic released from a mental asylum.
Shing Lin Yoong, The Culture Map
